Proverbs - Chapter 27

1Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth. 2Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips. 3A stone `is' heavy, and the sand `is' heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both. 4Fury `is' fierce, and anger `is' overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy? 5Better `is' open reproof than hidden love. 6Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy. 7A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet. 8As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place. 9Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul. 10Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better `is' a near neighbour than a brother afar off. 11Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word. 12The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished. 13Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it. 14Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him. 15A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike, 16Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out. 17Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend. 18The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured. 19As `in' water the face `is' to face, So the heart of man to man. 20Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied. 21A refining pot `is' for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise. 22If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him. 23Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves, 24For riches `are' not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation. 25Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains. 26Lambs `are' for thy clothing, And the price of the field `are' he-goats, 27And a sufficiency of goats' milk `is' for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!